I just don't know what to do with myself...  

Balibabe19 41F
534 posts
4/18/2006 3:34 pm

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4/23/2006 3:32 pm

I just don't know what to do with myself...


I love music...my taste varies from The White Stripes to Jimmy Barnes and Cher. I was just listening to White Stripes cover of I just don't know...etc and it got me thinking..

Do we actually enjoy procrastination because we have the ability to do so? Other mammals can't...or can they..not really sure. But surely with the instinct of survival nearly bred out of existence of some of us humans..I just can't bear to live with out my gucci bag!! GAG!!!!...does this mean we are ultimately doomed?

Hubby and I talk alot about how we are sick of how society is becoming an evil and toxic place for free spirits and loving souls. I am not on the soapbox about this...I will leave that to our illustrious politicians..can you see the sarcasm dripping off that one!! lol.. But the idea of reclaiming a tropical paradise for those similar mind sets and gentle souls where judgement is outlawed and free love reigns. Music flows freely and the wine pours forever...aaah bring on Utopia!!

But for now a trip down to Buley Rockhole with a a few bottles of wine will have to do...and if there are any gizzillionaires out there who think they may want to help buy me island paradise..drop us a line...I'll be waiting with baited breath...*giggle*

we2arehere1 53M
100 posts
4/20/2006 3:47 am

Utopia...

They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot spot
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

They took all the trees
Put ’em in a tree museum
And they charged the people
A dollar and a half just to see ’em
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Hey farmer farmer
Put away that d.d.t. now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees
Please!
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Late last night
I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi
Took away my old man
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot


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